Last time I sang out loud
In the shower! I sing all the time. I can go from opera to Sinatra. I’ve sung a lot in my career. I like to vocalize for the pure sake of vocalizing.
Last time I danced
I danced at my nephew’s wedding in Niagara Falls a few months ago. I love to dance. What am I going to lose? The admiration of strangers? This was in front of family, so they already know the problem.
Last time I was recognized
Today. People come up and tell me their daughter is getting married and what Father of the Bride means to them or how much they love The Three Amigos. Or why they love Clifford so.
Last thing I cooked
I never cook. I’m not a foodie. The only thing I do cook is a grilled-cheese sandwich. I like the idea of eating fancy food, but I prefer the wine. Growing up, the only way my mother could get me to eat a salad was to put mustard on iceberg lettuce.
The last time I cursed
I stepped in a puddle and went, “Oh, poo.” I’m Canadian, so that’s a hard-hitting curse for us.